Starved for Touch - Sex Stories

Starved for Touch

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The sight of her obvious arousal evoked a response within my own body. I felt myself growing hard, and I started to sit up, to tell her we couldn't do this. But Anna seemed strangely oblivious to her behavior. It was as if she was still dozing, perhaps halfway dreaming. Then she let out a faint moan. That lustful sound only strengthened my erection. Her hips moved even faster; I couldn't help but wonder if the seam in the crotch of her jeans, along with my thigh pressed between her legs, was making her so excited. The thought of her growing wet and closer to climax drew a soft groan from my lips. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to stop what I was witnessing. And I didn't want to stop it. Instead, I kissed Anna's hair, encouraging her.

While Anna's eyes remained closed, she breathed hard and fast. I was fully erect now, aching to stroke myself, but I didn't dare. Her moans grew continual, and I remained still, fearing one small move would break the spell. Finally, she released a cry, her eyelids fluttering as she shuddered in my embrace. It was beautiful, seeing her come so fiercely.

When she lifted her head to gaze up at me, I noticed worry fall like a shadow over her features. She was still breathing hard, still trembling, but her lust faded fast. She seemed to dread my reaction. I only smiled and said, "Feel better?"

Anna flashed a grin, clearly relieved I wasn't upset. "Much," she replied, then buried her face in my neck, as if to hide her ...

... embarrassment. I rubbed her back, all the while willing my erection to go away. Yet Anna saw it as she slowly moved to sit up. Her eyes widened a bit, and she avoided looking at me. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, Anna," I said. "It's just a physical response." I sat up, too, my limbs feeling heavy and languid even as I remained stubbornly hard.

Anna placed a tentative hand on my knee. "I realize we can't let anyone know about this, Reverend; they wouldn't understand. But if I promise to be careful, do you think we can do this again sometime?"

I smiled as a rush of pleasure warmed my face. "Only if you call me Michael instead of Reverend while we're... doing this."

"I promise, Michael." Anna looked thrilled while she hugged me. I couldn't stop myself from giving her a tight hug in return, though I was still hard. If she felt my erection, she didn't seem to mind it in the least.

I watched from the window while she got in her car and then drove away. A helpless groan escaped me; it was all I could do not to stroke myself right there. Hurrying to the restroom, I shut myself inside a stall. Within seconds, I began seeking my own release. My jerking was rough, almost painful. Being so close to Anna made me realize how much I needed this, too. I normally didn't masturbate until the need grew distracting. When I could no longer resist the urge, I would take Caroline's favorite blouse from the closet. It was one of the items she'd owned that I couldn't bear ...